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What Might Have Been Expected

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Project Gutenberg's What Might Have Been Expected, by Frank R. Stockton This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title: What Might Have Been Expected Author: Frank R. Stockton Release Date: June 22, 2006 [EBook #18654] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED *** Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at What Might Have Been Expected By FRANK R. STOCKTON New York Dodd, Mead and Company Copyright, 1874, by D ODD & MEAD Copyright, 1902, by MARIAN E. STOCKTON Contents CHAPTER PAGE I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. H ARRY LOUDON MAKES U P H IS MIND. THE ADOPTION. C OMMENCING BUSINESS. KATE, VERY NATURALLY, IS ANXIOUS. THE TURKEY-H UNTER. TONY STRIKES OUT. AUNT MATILDA'S C HRISTMAS. A LIVELY TEAM. BUSINESS IN EARNEST. A MEETING ON THE R OAD. 9 15 21 30 38 47 58 71 85 97 XI. XII. XIII. XIV. XV. XVI. XVII. XVIII. XIX. XX. XXI XXII. XXIII. XXIV. XXV. XXVI. XXVII. XXVIII. XXIX XXX. XXXI. XXXII. XXXIII. R OB. TONY ON THE WAR-PATH. C OUSIN MARIA. H ARRY'S GRAND SCHEME. THE C OUNCIL. C OMPANY BUSINESS. PRINCIPALLY C ONCERNING KATE. THE ARRIVAL. C ONSTRUCTING THE LINE. AN IMPORTANT MEETING OF THE BOARD. A LAST R ESORT. A QUANDARY. C ROSSING THE C REEK. THE FIRST BUSINESS TELEGRAMS. PROFITS AND PROJECTS A GRAND PROPOSITION. H OW SOMETHING C AME TO AN END. A MEETING . ONCE MORE IN THE WOODS. A GIRL AND A GUN. A MAN IN A BOAT. AUNT MATILDA'S LETTER. TIME TO STOP. 103 112 118 124 135 143 154 164 172 181 189 194 202 210 225 237 246 253 257 264 271 277 286 WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED. CHAPTER I. HARRY LOUDON MAKES UP HIS MIND. On a wooden bench under a great catalpa-tree, in the front yard of a comfortable country-house in Virginia, sat Harry and Kate Loudon worrying their minds. It was all about old Aunt Matilda. Aunt Matilda was no relation of these children. She was an old colored woman, who lived in a cabin about a quarter of a mile from their house, but they considered her one of their best friends. Her old log cabin was their favorite resort, and many a fine time they had there. When they caught some fish, or Harry shot a bird or two, or when they could get some sweet potatoes or apples to roast, and some corn-meal for ash-cakes, they would take their provisions to [Pg 10] [Pg 9] Aunt Matilda and she would cook them. Sometimes an ash-cake would be baked rather harder than it was convenient to bite, and it had happened that a fish or two had been cooked entirely away, but such mishaps were not common. Aunt Matilda was indeed a most wonderful cook—and a cook, too, who liked to have a boy and a girl by her while she was at work; and who would tell them stories—as queer old stories as ever were told—while the things were cooking. The stories were really the cause of the ash-cakes and fish sometimes being forgotten. And it is no wonder that these children were troubled in their minds. They had just heard that Aunt Matilda was to go to the alms-house. Harry and Kate were silent. They had mourned over the news, and Kate had cried. There was nothing more to be done about it, so far as she could see. But all of a sudden Harry jumped up. "I tell you what it is Kate," he exclaimed; "I've made up my mind! Aunt Matilda is not going to the alms-house. I will [Pg 11] support her myself!" "Oh, that will be splendid!" cried Kate; "but you can never do it!" "Yes, I can," said Harry. "There are ever so many ways in which I can earn money." "What are you going to do?" said Kate; "will you let me help?" "Yes," said her brother; "you may help if you can, but I don't think you will be of much use. As for me, I shall do plenty of things. I shall go out with my gun—" "But there is nothing to shoot, now in the summer-time," said Kate. "No, there isn't much yet, to be sure," said her brother, "but before very long there will be partridges and hares, plenty of them; and father and Captain Caseby will buy all I shoot. And you see, until it is time for game I'm going to gather sumac." "Oh! I can help you in that," cried Kate. "Yes, I believe you can," said her brother. "And now, suppose we go down and see Aunt Matilda, and have a talk with her about it." "Just wait until I get my bonnet," said Kate. And she dashed into the house, and then, with a pink calico sun-bonnet on her head, she came down the steps in [Pg 12] two jumps, and the brother and sister, together, hurried through the woods to Aunt Matilda's cabin. Harry and Kate Loudon were well-educated children, and, in many respects, knew more than most girls and boys who were older than they. Harry had been taught by his father to ride and to swim and to shoot as carefully as his schoolteacher had taught him to spell and to parse. And he was not only taught to be skillful in these outdoor pursuits, but to be prudent, and kind-hearted. When he went gunning, he shot birds and game that were fit for the table; and when he rode, he remembered that his horse had feelings as well as himself. Being a boy of good natural impulses, he might have found out these things for himself; but, for fear that he might be too long about it, his father carefully taught him that it was possible to shoot and to hunt and to ride without being either careless or cruel. It must not be supposed that Harry was so extremely particular that there was no fun in him, for he had discovered that there is just as much fun in doing things right as in doing them wrong; and as there was not a boy in all the country round about who could ride or swim or shoot so well as Harry, so there [Pg 13] was none who had a more generally jolly time than he. His sister Kate was a sharp, bright, intelligent girl, rather inclined to be wild when opportunity offered; but very affectionate, and always as ready for outdoor sports as any boy. She could not shoot—at least, she never tried—and she did not ride much on horseback, but she enjoyed fishing, and rambles through the woods were to her a constant delight. When anything was to be done, especially if it was anything novel, Kate was always ready to help. If anybody had a plan on hand, it was very hard to keep her finger out of it; and if there were calculations to be made, it was all the better. Kate had a fine head for mathematics, and, on the whole, she rather preferred a slate and pencil to needles and spool-cotton. As to Aunt Matilda, there could be no doubt about her case being a pretty hard one. She was quite old and decrepit when the war set her free, and, at the time of our story, she was still older and stiffer. Her former master had gone to the North to live, and as she had no family to support her, the poor old woman was [Pg 14] compelled to depend upon the charity of her neighbors. For a time she managed to get along tolerably well, but it was soon found that she would suffer if she depended upon occasional charity, especially after she became unable to go after food or help. Mr. and Mrs. Loudon were very willing to give her what they could, but they had several poor people entirely dependent upon them, and they found it impossible to add to the number of their pensioners. So it was finally determined among the neighbors that Aunt Matilda would have to go to the alms-house, which place was provided for just such poor persons as she. Neither Harry nor Kate knew much about the alms-house, but they thought it must be some sort of a horrible place; and, at any rate, it was too hard that Aunt Matilda should have to leave her old home where she had spent so many, many years. And they did not intend she should do it. CHAPTER II. THE ADOPTION. When the children reached Aunt Matilda's cabin, they found the old woman seated by a very small fire, which was burning in one corner of the hearth. "Are you cold, Aunt Matilda?" asked Kate. "Lor' bless you, no, honey! But you see there wasn't hardly any coals left, and I was tryin' to keep the fire alive till somebody would come along and gather me [Pg 15] up some wood." "Then you were going to cook your breakfast, I suppose," said Harry. "Yes, child, if somebody 'ud come along and fetch me something to eat." "Haven't you anything at all in the house?" asked Kate. "Not a pinch o' meal, nor nothin' else," said the old woman; "but I 'spected [Pg 16] somebody 'ud be along." "Did you know, Aunt Matilda," said Harry, "that they are going to send you to the alms-house?" "Yes; I heerd 'em talk about it," said Aunt Matilda, shaking her head; "but the alms-house ain't no place for me." "That's so!" said Kate, quickly. "And you're not going there, either!" "No," said Harry: "Kate and I intend to take care of you for the rest of your life." "Lor', children, you can't do it!" said the old woman, looking in astonishment from one to the other of these youngsters who proposed to adopt her. "Yes; but we can," said Harry. "Just you wait and see." "It'll take a good deal o' money," said the old woman, who did not seem to be altogether satisfied with the prospects held out before her. "More'n you all will ever be able to git." "How much money would be enough for you to live on, Aunt Matilda?" asked Harry. "Dunno. Takes a heap o' money to keep a person." "Well, now," said Kate, "let's see exactly how much it will take. Have you a [Pg 17] pencil, Harry? I have a piece of paper in my pocket, I think. Yes; here it is. Now, let's set down everything, and see what it comes to." So saying, she sat down on a low stool with her paper on her knees, and her pencil in her hand. "What shall we begin with?" said she. "We'll begin with corn-meal," said Harry. "How much corn-meal do you eat in a week, Aunt Matilda?" "Dunno," said she, "'spect about a couple o' pecks." "Oh, Aunt Matilda!" cried Kate, "our whole family wouldn't eat two pecks in a week." "Well, then, a half-peck," said she; "'pends a good deal on how many is living in a house." "Yes; but we only mean this for you, Aunt Matilda. We don't mean it for anybody else." "Well, then, I reckon a quarter of a peck would do, for jest me." "We will allow you a peck," said Harry, "and that will be twenty-five cents a [Pg 18] week. Set that down, Kate." "All right," said Kate. And she set down at the top of the paper, "Meal, 25 cents." The children proceeded in this way to calculate how much bacon, molasses, coffee, and sugar would suffice for Aunt Matilda's support; and they found that the cost, per week, at the rates of the country stores, with which they were both familiar, would be seventy-seven and three-quarter cents. "Is there anything else, Aunt Matilda?" asked Kate. "Nuffin I can think on," said Aunt Matilda, "'cept milk." "Oh, I can get that for nothing," said Kate. "I will bring it to you from home; and I will bring you some butter too, when I can get it." "And I'll pick up wood for you," said Harry. "I can gather enough in the woods in a couple of hours to last you for a week." "Lor' bless you, chil'en," said Aunt Matilda, "I hope you'll be able to do all dat." Harry stood quiet a few minutes, reflecting. "How much would seventy-seven and three quarter cents a week amount to in [Pg 19] a year, Kate?" said he. Kate rapidly worked out the problem, and answered: "Forty dollars and fortythree cents." "Lor'! but that's a heap o' money!" said Aunt Matilda. "That's more'n I 'spect to have all the rest of my life." "How old are you, Aunt Matilda?" said Harry. "I 'spect about fifty," said the old woman. "Oh, Aunt Matilda!" cried Harry, "you're certainly more than fifty. When I was a very little fellow, I remember that you were very old—at least, sixty or seventy." "Well, then, I 'spects I'se about ninety," said Aunt Matilda. "But you can't be ninety!" said Kate. "The Bible says that seventy years is the common length of a person's life." "Them was Jews," said Aunt Matilda. "It didn't mean no cull'd people. Cull'd people live longer than that. But p'raps a cull'd Jew wouldn't live very long." "Well," said Harry, "it makes no difference how old you are. We're going to take care of you for the rest of your life." Kate was again busy with her paper. "In five years, Harry," she said, "It will be two hundred and two dollars and fifteen cents." "Lor'!" cried Aunt Matilda, "you chil'en will nebber git dat." "But we don't have to get it all at once, Aunt Matilda," said Harry, laughing; "and [Pg 20] you needn't be afraid that we can't do it. Come, Kate, it's time for us to be off." And then the conference broke up. The question of Aunt Matilda's future support was settled. They had forgotten clothes, to be sure; but it is very difficult to remember everything. CHAPTER III. COMMENCING BUSINESS. When they reached home, Harry and Kate put together what little money they had, and found that they could buy food enough to last Aunt Matilda for several days. This Harry procured and carried down to the old woman that day. He also gathered and piled up inside of her cabin a good supply of wood. Fortunately, there was a spring very near her door, so that she could get water without much trouble. Harry and Kate determined that they would commence business in earnest the next morning, and, as this was not the season for game, they determined to go to work to gather sumac-leaves. [Pg 21] Most of us are familiar with the sumac-bush, which grows nearly all over the United States. Of course we do not mean the poisonous swamp-sumac, but that which grows along the fences and on the edges of the woods. Of late years the [Pg 22] leaves of this bush have been greatly in demand for tanning purposes, and, in some States, especially in Virginia, sumac gathering has become a very important branch of industry, particularly with the negroes; many of whom, during the sumac season, prefer gathering these leaves to doing any other kind of work. The sumac-bush is quite low, and the leaves are easily stripped off. They are then carefully dried, and packed in bags, and carried to the nearest place of sale, generally a country store. The next morning, Harry and Kate made preparations for a regular expedition. They were to take their dinner, and stay all day. Kate was enraptured—even more so, perhaps, than Harry. Each of them had a large bag, and Harry carried his gun, for who could tell what they might meet with? A mink, perhaps, or a fox, or even a beaver! They had a long walk, but it was through the woods, and there was always something to see in the woods. In a couple of hours, for they stopped very often, they reached a little valley, through which ran Crooked Creek. And on the banks of Crooked Creek were plenty of sumac-bushes. This [Pg 23] place was at some distance from any settlement, and apparently had not been visited by sumac gatherers. "Hurra!" cried Kate, "here is enough to fill a thousand bags!" Harry leaned his gun against a tree, and hung up his shot and powder flasks, and they both went to work gathering sumac. There was plenty of it, but Kate soon found that what they saw would not fill a thousand bags. There were a good many bushes, but they were small; and, when all the leaves were stripped off one, and squeezed into a bag, they did not make a very great show. However, they did very well, and, for an hour or so, they worked on merrily. Then they had dinner. Harry built a fire. He easily found dry branches, and he had brought matches and paper with him. At a little distance under a great pinetree, Kate selected a level place, and cleared away the dead leaves and the twigs, leaving a smooth table of dry and fragrant pine-needles. On this she spread the cloth, which was a napkin. Then she took from the little basket she had brought with her a cake of corn-meal, several thick and well-buttered slices [Pg 24] of wheat bread, some hard-boiled eggs, a little paper of pepper and salt, a piece of cheese, and some fried chicken. When this was spread out (and it would not all go on the cloth), Harry came, and looked at the repast. "What is there to cook?" said he. Kate glanced over her table, with a perplexed look upon her countenance, and said, "I don't believe there is anything to cook." "But we ought to cook something," said Harry. "Here is a splendid fire. What's the good of camping out if you don't cook things?" "But everything is cooked," said Kate. "So it seems," said Harry, in a somewhat discouraged tone. Had he built that beautiful fire for nothing? "We ought to have brought along something raw," said he. "It is ridiculous eating a cold dinner, with a splendid fire like that." "We might catch some fish," said Kate; "we should have to cook them." "Yes," said Harry, "but I brought no lines." So, as there was nothing else to be done, they ate their dinner cold, and when [Pg 25] they had finished, Kate cleared off the table by giving the napkin a flirt, and they were ready for work again. But first they went to look for a spring, where they could get a drink. In about half an hour they found a spring, and some wild plums, and some blackberries, and a grape-vine (which would surely be full of grapes in the fall, and was therefore a vine to be remembered), and a stone, which Kate was quite certain was an Indian arrow-head, and some tracks in the white sand, which must have been made by some animal or other, although neither of them was able to determine exactly what animal. When they returned to the pine-tree, Kate took up her bag. Harry followed her example, but somewhat slowly, as if he were thinking of something else. "I tell you, Harry," said Kate, "suppose you take your gun and go along the creek and see what that was that made the tracks. If it was anything with fur on it, it would come to more than the sumac. I will stay here, and go on filling my bag." "Well," said Harry, after a moment's hesitation, "I might go a little way up the [Pg 26] creek. I needn't be gone long. I would certainly like to find that creature, if I can." "All right," said Kate; "I think you'll find it." So Harry loaded his gun, and hurried off to find the tracks of the mysterious, and probably fur-covered animal.